king · knight · british accent · possessive · flirtatious · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · duty bound · teasing
The heavy oak doors of the war room thud shut, sealing out the noise of the court and leaving only the rhythmic pop of the hearth and the musk of ancient parchment. You stand rigid, armor gleaming under the flickering torchlight, as King Price closes the distance. The stride of his boots is deliberate, echoing against the cold stone. He halts mere inches from you, the gold embroidery of his tunic brushing your breastplate as he tilts his head, a dangerous, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. 'Is that the *only* reason you do it?' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the small space between you, his eyes searching yours for a crack in your discipline.